His only comment was 'fuck'. She wasn't a pin-up but she was a woman and to be frank he was not the type to refuse an open invitation. They fucked, do...gie style. He banged her like he did with the escort women that he called upon every now and again. He drove his cock to the utter limits of her cunt and with a few choice words to accompany every thrust. "Like that Cathy, like my cock fucking your cunt? What about your tits, like them mauled as well?" Cathy didn't object and responded, working. Few months back I posted a story here on which you can read by opening this link . I didn’t receive as much feedback as I had expected so I didn’t write the next part.Among the few emails I received one was from a 24 year old beautiful girl. This story is based on my experience with her. So you guessed it right; today I am going to tell you a true story unlike the last one which was based on fiction.Most of the readers had requested for a true story so here it is for you. I shall call the girl. Her eyes fell on Tony's desk. Moving a pile of papers from the right handcorner of the desk, she smiled as she placed the small golden Idol facingtowards Tony's chair."There now nice and close just as the old woman said," she concluded.She then made her way back to her small office which, was next to Tony's,and started to fix some coffee before she tackled the mail.About 30 minutes later Tony walked into the office. He barely acknowledgerSharon's cheery, "Good morning," as he passed through her. D'Epinay, and himself, and that the marriage of Valentine and Franz would consequently be broken off. This was an awkward and unpleasant thing to have to report to those who were awaiting her return in the chamber of her father-in-law. She therefore contented herself with saying that M. Noirtier having at the commencement of the discussion been attacked by a sort of apoplectic fit, the affair would necessarily be deferred for some days longer. This news, false as it was following so singularly.